Myra stared at the road, wondering why she still cared about this case, why her mind was still searching for answers even though Tricia had told her to mentally consider the mission over.
But she just had to know this one thing that messed with her mind.
The one thing that kept her detective mind awake all night, because she could not reconcile both personalities of the Professor.
The personality they had studied at the precinct, the one she had seen a hint of a few times.
And the one the man mostly was. The devoted father, concerned and invested professor, the kind employer and the easy-going, chill man who loved art, was a perfect gentleman who did not mind having fun and respected boundaries and took consent seriously.
She intentionally began to smile shyly, waiting for Atlas to
